Pottercest HP idea

So, I had this like almost awesome dream last night. It was only 'almost awesome' because my stupid alarm clock woke me up before it could evolve very far. DX

Essentially, Harry is the younger brother to the supposed BWL. His brother is like maybe two-four years older than him. (I don't have a name for the older bro yet) When they were little and Voldemort attacked, Harry's bro jumped in front of the curse, but Harry was the one to rebound it.
Harry is sent to the Dursleys by Dumbledore while his brother begins to train in magic. What no one else knows though, is that the two boys are connected mental by a bond. Harry's bro is upset by the way Harry is treated at the Dursleys, but no one believes him, so he gives up trying to tell them. He begins to learn healing spells, so that each night he can heal Harry.
Now, the dream comes in here. (perverted mind at work, just to warn you) Vernon is very abusive of the boy and takes great pleasure in stripping him and whipping his bare body. He enjoys the way Harry's poor white skin turns red and shivers under each blow. Because of this, Harry is exremely self-concious of his body and only lets his brother see him, mostly because his brother insisted the first time. Harry was afraid his brother would turn away in disgust from him, but instead, the other just ran soothing hands over Harry's bleeding thighs and ass, healing them as best he could.
When Harry is finally invited to Hogwarts, he is somewhat of an outcast, but his brother still takes care of him as best he can. Harry changes by himself in the bathroom stalls and such and wears the winter uniform year round. His brother actually visits him in the flesh now though and cuddles with him and offers soft affection.
The boys had built a very strong connection due to the trauma Harry had been through, and this spoiled each of them for the other. Hence, delicious slashy Pottercest. ♥

The plot, when it fully develops, will be very dark and intense. I just love the scene where Harry's brother heals him for the first time, though.
That first soft touch to his burned arm. Lightly grazing the flesh and pushing healing magic into it until it's smooth again. The soft protests as his brother pulls his shirt over his head and his shorts down around his ankles. The flinching and shivering. The cold yet strangly warm hands ghosting across the boys flesh in a non-sexual manner. The hidden tears in the olders eyes as the seed of love begins to grow in their hearts.
-sigh- It's just so sweet. And I can see how it grows into the intense love it will eventually be. ♥ ♥ ♥ The story will most likely be posted on my DW since it's so dark and slashy.

Comments? Opinions?

Happy Birthday Random Plot Bunny

So, I was browing through the internet, clicking links to interesting looking things, and managed to find my way to a wiki on Asexuality...

I'm not really sure how I got there, but I learned several new things and it managed to inspire a new plot bunny when I opened the demisexual page and started reading.

"Demisexuals often have rocky relationships with asexuals because the demisexual's feeling may become more sexualized with time, which the asexual may find inappropriate or unexpected."

It has sooo inspired a plot bunny about an asexual MC with a demisexual MC2 who falls for the MC.
At first, I thought of doing this in the HP universe, with Harry as an asexual, but as I was writing this up, I had another thought. NARUTO.

Yes. Naruto as an asexual and a semisexual Sasuke chasing after his ass. XD Naruto would have had a horrible childhood, always thinking he was less than skum and just wanting affection. He would feel that love and sex are not tied together, especially since he lives in an area where whore sells themselves regularly, sometimes to rough customers. (I know this is a slight bastardization of asexuality, but it'll be better when I write it out, promise!)

Sasuke, as we know, is obsessed with revenge. It has tainted his outlook on life. It is only after he deals with Naruto that he begins to accept the possibility of forming relationships with other people. He befriends the blonde, accepts help from Kakashi, and kinda hangs out with Shikamaru and the others. After several chapter, he begins to be attracted to Naruto.

Naruto is uncomfortable with these advances since Sasuke is still a more sexual person.

And then the story revolves around their relationship, the mess with Akatsuki, and an invasion by Sound.

I haven't decided if Sasuke should defect or not at this point... Hmmm.

Any comments? ♥

NCIS/HP crossover snippet

So I had this idea a while ago, and just started writing it out. It's been pretty fun writing, and seemed to go smoothly (as opposed to some of my more extensive HP-only plots). I'm planning on writing a few more chapters and then begining to post them over at my DW.

These are snippets from two of the chapters I have. I don't have any pairings picked out yet, and am open to suggestions. Most of the plot is still Under Construction as well... so I don't have anything concrete to explain to you that you can't pick up from reading these. XD (And before you say anything, yes, I did intentionally choose the most cliche name I could think of for Harry. )

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“You have got to be kidding me!”
Gibbs turned his attention from the entryway over to where a dark-haired teen was complaining. His eyes narrowed at the numerous bags the teen was carrying. Motioning for Tony to follow him, he walked over to where a cop was about to inform the teen he would have to leave.
“Aww man, are you saying I lugged all my stuff up here for nothing?” The teen continued to himself, running his hands through his already messy dark brown hair. He let out an explosive sigh and picked up his bags from where he had let them drop. “This sucks. Majorly.”
He started to turn around when Gibbs called out to him. “Hey! Mind explaining what that was about?”
Inquisitive blue-green eyes swiveled to stare at him. “What?” He shrugged one of his bags higher onto his shoulder. “It’s a crime scene. I came, I saw, I’m leaving. This is generally called ‘not interfering with police work’. Most cops tend to like that.”
Tony snickered from behind him and Gibbs resisted the urge to smack him while the teen was still there. “I mean, do you want to explain what that shouting was about before.”
The teen raised an eyebrow at him but let his bags drop to the ground so he could turn unhindered to face Gibbs. Crossing his arms across his chest, he introduced himself, “Evan Jamieson. Cleaner.” Blue-green eyes sharpened suddenly. “Mr. Morrison was a client of mine. I was contracted to come by every two days and clean the house, top to bottom. If you want, I have all the paperwork assuring my identity and the validity of my claim in my office.”
Tony let out a whistle and stepped forward to stand beside Gibbs. “Lot of information there buddy. Ever been under investigation before?” The senior office shoved his hands into his pockets and adopted a relaxed posture as he questioned the teen next.
Evan snorted. “Yea. Under and done investigation before.” The teen then motioned to his bags. “Do you need me for anything else? I still have more jobs I can get started on since this one has obviously panned out.”
Tony let a grin stretch across his face. “‘Obviously panned out’?”
Evan sighed again before giving a long look to the two men in front of him. “Yes,” he said finally, drawing out the ‘s’ in a slight hiss. “This is a closed crime scene. That can mean one of only a few things. My client is dead,” Evan held up a finger, “in which case I don’t get paid. My client is under arrest for something,” another finger was held up, “in which case I still don’t get paid. Lastly, my client’s house has been used for a crime,” a third finger was raised, “in which case, why the hell would Mr. Morrison want me back in that house for several months?”
The hand and fingers were lowered and Evan bent down to sling his bags back over his shoulders. “So, all options lead to a default on payment to me. Also, I can’t really clean a crime scene, evidence tampering and all that jazz.”
Tony slapped him on the back suddenly, prompting a jerk and crouching position out of the teen. “Ha! You’re right. Pretty smart kid.”
Evan shrugged out from under Tony’s hand. “Kid? I’m twenty-two.”
“Really?” Tony asked incredulously. “You look more like-“
“Eighteen, right?” Evan interrupted. “I know. You’re not the first person to tell me so.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the hill he had just climbed up. “Look, I’m not trying to be rude, but today was going to be a stretch for me anyway, so do you mind if I leave so I can get a head start on some of my other appointments?”

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“Hermione Granger, head lawyer at Spellbound.” The intimidating woman raised an eyebrow at Tony. “I’m here for Evan Jamieson, and I would advise you to move aside before things get complicated.”
Tony raised his own eyebrow. “Really Ms. Granger? How so?”
The woman stepped forward into Tony’s personal space. “Complicated like I throw a right hook through your chin before stabbing you in the groin with my four inch heels complicated.”
Tony couldn’t help his internal wince as he attempted to hold his ground against the woman in front of him. “Well now, that would be assault of a military officer, and that could get you sued.” He smiled at his own joke.
Hermione growled lightly. “And you not letting me through could be construed as terrorism by some governments, so why not let me through before the charge of self-defense gains some merit.”
“’Mione, you can stop now.” A voice piped up from behind Tony.
The woman in front of him instantly transformed before his eyes, becoming a caring mother or older sister. “Harry! I’m so glad you’re safe!” The woman shoved by him and threw herself at Evan recklessly.
The young man easily caught her and swung her around lightly. “I’m fine. Kingsley’s letter just came through explaining my diplomatic immunity.”
The woman disentangled herself and stood with arms akimbo. “Evan Harry Jamieson. Do you know how worried I was when I got a call that you had been pulled in for questioning? Do you!”
By now, everyone in the hallway was staring at the spectacle before them.
Evan cringed under the woman’s stern gaze. “’Mione, you know you look like McGonagall when you do that, right?”
“Harry! This is no time for jokes! You could have been killed!” Hermione’s face was flushed and one of her hands had left its position on her waist to wave threateningly in front of the young man before her.
Instantly, he straightened and grabbed her hand gently. “Hermione. It was questioning. One of my clients has apparently been kidnapped. They just wanted to know if I knew anything. I’m perfectly fine.”
The stern persona evaporated under the gentle caresses being given to her hand and Hermione slumped forward, shoulders rolling into a hunched position. “It’s just, you always seem to get into these things Harry, and I don’t want you getting hurt. I can’t lose you again.” Her voice was strained, the words blending together slightly as her hand rotated to clutch at Evan’s. “I don’t want you to die again.”
The words were whispered, but Evan’s head immediately shot up and pulled her into an embrace, eyes raking eagle-like across the witnesses to this spectacle. Spotting a door to his immediate left, he pulled himself and Hermione into the men’s restroom quickly.
The click of the lock was loud in the quiet hallway, and the only other sound for several seconds was muffled voices and sobs.
“Tony, did you catch what she said at the end there?”
Tony jumped, hand on his heart as his boss came up behind him. “Boss! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” All he got in response was a hard stare. “Right. Um, just before Jamieson grabbed her, Ms. Granger said that she didn’t want him to die again. I only barely caught it, it was really low.”
“Ziva!” Gibbs barked, taking a long draw on his coffee. The Mussad officer came up beside him immediately. “What do you think of all this?”
The woman stared at the bathroom door for a few moments, organizing her thoughts. “He was jumpy when he heard that last statement. Almost like he expected to be attacked at that point.” Her voice was calm, her eyes never leaving the door until this point. She turned her gaze to Gibbs slowly. “Do you not find it odd that a young man with diplomatic immunity would have employment as a house cleaner? Much less, be so familiar with our lines of questioning?”
Gibbs took another drink of his coffee and Ziva continued. “You stated that he said he had both done and been under investigation before. When you combine this with what was just overheard a few moments ago…” she trailed off uncertainly.
“A vigilante.” Gibbs finished for her.
Ziva nodded. “Precisely. Most likely the son of some diplomat who thinks he knows what is best for his community back home. His father may have sent him off for a ‘cool-down’ time after an affair back home. This is all just speculation though.”
Gibbs nodded and turned to McGee, who had been lurking slightly behind a water fountain ever since the lawyer had shown up. “McGee!” He barked, “Find out everything you can on Evan Harry Jamieson, Hermione Granger, and a law firm called Spellbound.”
“On it boss!” McGee said as he jogged down the hall back to his computer.

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What do you think so far? Am I completely off my bonkers with OOC-ness or plot insanity? Any and all comments appreciated. You never know, you might inspire a new chapter!

Life as a Blonde plot idea

So yea, another plot idea for you guys to chew over and spit opinions back at me about.

This one is just a pure HP fic entitled Life as a Blonde.
I've written maybe 75% of the first chapter already, but the entire outline isn't very solid yet. The summary actually has more of a plan than the fic itself at the moment. DX

Summary:
Having come to the conclusion he was fate’s favorite plaything, Harry really shouldn’t have been surprised when he was sent back in time to when he was a child. What he did not expect though, was coming back as a blonde, eleven year old, Draco Malfoy. And how the hell did he end up falling for his younger self again?

I'm not sure if this fic classifies as DM/HP or as HP/HP? Cause technically, it's like both. O.o
Any input on where this should lead (besides the obvious)? All comments appreciated! ♥

new plot idea

So, I was going through my closet looking for something to wear today and got hit with a new plot idea. Strange place to get hit by a plot idea, I know. A closet. Then again, maybe not that strange. XD

The working title for this new fanfic is The Price of Wonderland.

It's a Harry Potter/Wonderland crossover. I haven't worked out all the ideas yet, and I refuse to let myself do so until I finish my HIS paper due in a few hours.

Essentially though, the war is over. Harry killed Voldemort in a rather expected yet still cheered about bloody battle outside Hogwarts. Despite having killed his arch enemy, Harry doesn't feel right. 'What am I supposed to do now?' he wonders. His whole life had been about living untli the final battle and then he was going to die tragically, taking down Voldemort with him as a final heroic act. Instead, he's alive.

Ginny is convinced the two are going to be together now that the war is over; Ron and Hermione, although they both fought in the war, don't seem to understand that Harry doesn't want to be married. Kingsley wants him to be Head Auror. The Wizarding World expects him to stay put on his pedastal, living as they wish him to. Always protecting them, getting married to his school sweetheart, and having multiple children the press can hound.

Fed up with it all, he wanders off into the forest on the borders of England. He wishes desperately he had another clear cut path to follow. Needing something to tell him what to do next now that he had killed the big bad guy. Several feet later, he trips over an upraised tree root and falls facefirst into a rabbit hole. Croosing his arms in front of his face, he braces for impact. Instead, a brush of magic slids past him and whisks him down the hole into another world.

Welcome Harry Potter, to Wonderland.

This Wonderland, though, is much darker than any version he had heard of, or could even imagine.

Cheshire are whores. The Mad Hatter kills for fun. The Red Queen rules all with an iron fist and insanity. The Doormouse is a cursed prince suffering from amnesia. And the March Hare is a drunken prophet who just recieved a new vision.

Thats all I have now, but the possibilites are just lurking at the edge of my mind, waiting to pounce. :E I've even got some character sketches in my head that I can draw out in art class. This story has seriously hit me over the head with a mallet and refused to give up it's stranglehold on my mind.

Any opinions on the idea, or suggestions of what I should do? All thoughts welcome! ♥

the icon is mine btw, credit if you take for your own use

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Acid

A Harry Potter multi-chapter fanfic

“Hello codger.” Her rich voice filled the hall and quieted the murmurs that had started in her wake. “Did you miss me?”
Dumbledore looked carefully into her eyes, recognition dancing on the edge of his tongue. “I am sorry, but your name seems to have escaped my mind.”
“Tsk. Tsk.” She waved her hand and waved an admonishing finger in his direction. “Is old age really that hard on you? After all you owe me, you up and forget me the moment I come into your hall of my own volition? I’m disappointed my boy.” A smirk adorned her face and amusement danced in her eyes. Dumbledore almost gasped as he recognized the face.
“Laevus.”
“Ah!” She clapped her hands happily. “So you do remember me? It’s nice to know you’re still as sharp as a rusty nail. That shall make this whole mess much easier on you.”
Dumbledore gazed silently at the woman in front of him. He blinked as she suddenly winked at him and moved her hand to wave absently around herself. Her dress melted from her skin and a black leather tank top and loose dark green pants took their place. When the shirt finished forming, red lines like those of spilled ink trailed from the shoulder down in a pattern that resolved itself as torn wings. As a last accent, trails of chains looped from the pants.

Laevus stretched his shoulders and sighed when he heard a pop. “Much better.” He looked himself over and with a few more flicks of his wrists added some leather and rope bands around his wrists. Raising his eyes to regard the people in front of him, he was pleased when he saw the look left in Dumbledore’s eyes. “Correct old man. You guessed my name, but apparently you forgot my power.”
“What do you want?” Dumbledore asked as he took in Laevus’s new appearance.
“Nothing much old man.” He flicked a stay piece of hair away from his face. “I have a student I would like trained here.”
Dumbledore leveled a stare at the man in front of him. “Why here? You have continually tried to destroy this school. Why allow any disciples of your own to be taught here?”
Laevus smirked now, “My magic is normally considered ‘impure.’" The word was spat out of twisted lips. “I do not wish for him to be under such a label. Moreover, you owe me old man. I can destroy this school again if I need to.” The last sentence was hissed out and Dumbledore vaguely heard the students beginning to question whom Laevus was. The teachers were too polite to, yet. They would as soon as they could corner him.
The elderly Headmaster sighed. “I will take on your student then, and teach him.” ‘Maybe I can keep him from Laevus’s influence here.’
“Good.” Laevus nodded as a small smile graced him pale lips. “I will need a position here as well then.”
The rest of the teachers jumped slightly as the language switched back to English. Dumbledore frowned slightly. “We do not currently have any teaching positions open.”
It was Laevus’s turn to frown. “I would not have imagined that to be a problem for you, Headmaster.” The stress on the last word was mocking in its politeness

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And here is a snippet of the first chapter of Acid. It doesn't look like much right now, but it gets better once everything falls into place.
Dumbledore gets back at Laevus next time, he hires him as Filch's assistant. XD Needless to say, Laevus - spirit of destruction that he is - is not amused. As for the mysterious student, well, he thinks it hilarious.
Laevus doesn't take this laying down though, he starts a war on Dumbledore, using Hogwarts as his base. (Because yes, you read right, Laevus has destroyed Hogwarts before. He did it during Dumbledore's time. So now you can wonder why no one remembers this, because after all, don't the history books sat Hogwarts has been around since the Founder's time and has never fallen? XD) Laevus also becomes friends with Peeves and Filch, using both to ensure his student's safety.
Oh, and there's a Japanese demon after Laevus. Kane, the demon, only just got released from prison. So, the cannibal mass-murderer is on his way to Scotland now. ^^ (he's introduced in the prologue, which I don't think I posted here)

So, any questions or comments? Like, hate, indifferent?

Life is just like the Movies

So yea, my car just DIED. As in the engine just kinda keeled over and quit. T-T The ironic part? I was coming into work with my dad so I could steal internet, and the engine shut off just as I got into the parking lot. Sure, I had to push it into a parking spot, but can you get any more perfect than to break down at a mechanic shop as you pull in?

(The really sad part of this though, is that I was planning on buying Seasons 2 & 3 of Supernatural today, but no car means no way to get three cities over to the only movie store that carries them. ;-; )

My second point is that the big computer had just gone through a big update and no one told me. So I got on to print some stuff, and just after I sent the big 173 page document to the printer, the computer happily informed me that it would be restarting in seven minutes. wtf. So yea, I was on the edge of my seat staring at the printer hoping it would finish in time. Can you guess when it spat out the final page? At 1 second left. OMG. Stuff like this only happens in the movies.

And holy shiznit, I now have CS2 on my laptop and I just finished installing my small tablet on there as well. (It's a Wacom Graphire, can you say oooold? ^^ They don't even make these anymore)

This means I will have better access to iconing materials and that things should get updated faster since I will be switching computers less now that I have a basic version on everything I want finally installed on my laptop. XDD I'm so happy. Now if only 7 was pretty...

Since like NO ONE has any Drop Dead Fred icons that I can find that I like, I'm about to make some of my own. After that, more yaoi icons since I have like 8 artbooks worth of yaoi (....) and then some Naruto ones if I can get some good bases. I'm also gonna see about getting some screencaps of Time Hollow and Devil Survior so I can do some of them.

As for my fanfictioning, since everything is finally happy and updated here, I'm off to finish Bondage Isn't Free so I can finally get a post up on Dreamwidth. -______-; After that, I'll be working on Duskborn, followed by CinderAllen after I figure out where my parents stashed my VHS player when I wasn't looking. Then Caged Bird, and finally, Blue Skies and my new stories. (of which, I just found some more plots I hid from myself. they have now joined the large plunnie farm in my head and are currently reproducing. anyone up for an adoption?)

Mwah-ha-ha! I am fully planning on using the image post feature to the fullest! Please note that all icons you see here are my own creation unless otherwise stated. If you like one well enough to steal it, please credit back to me and post a comment so I know where it went. Thanks.